Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, but I do own the story. If it resembles anyone else's in any way, it is unintentional.
Author's Note: Is it sounding good so far? ::hopeful look:: I hope so. Not really much to say here, so let's continue! ^^
Kurt slowly forced his eyes open. His head was swimming horribly, and the light streaming through the window wasn't helping. Agitated, he shut his eyes again and rolled onto his side. He tried to get back to sleep, but his pounding headache just wouldn't allow it. Kurt groaned miserably and grasped his temples, trying to ease some of the throbbing. He felt like Juggernaut had just thrown him into a brick wall.
"Oh my head...how late was I up last night?" Kurt tried in vain to recall some part of way earlier that morning, but he was drawing a huge blank. He knew there had to be some reason he was feeling so awful, but it did nothing but make his headache worse, if that was possible.
There was a whisper...and another soon followed...they started to overlap...more whispers...they were soft but they were many. Kurt tried to ignore them. They weren't making any sense, anyway. More and more built up until they became a gentle hum that irritated him further.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Kurt!!"
"AGH!" Kurt shouted, grabbing his head. The noise had startled him...not to mention making his headache just a tiny bit worse. "Go avay!!" he yelled.
"Come on, Kurt, get up!" came Scott's voice from the other side of the door. "It's 7:50, we're gonna be late!"
*7:50?* Kurt glanced at his watch to confirm the time. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. He wasn't in any mood to get up, much less go to school. *Why won't the stupid voices shut up?* he wondered in annoyance.
"Kurt, I know you stayed up late last night, but you've got to get up!" He recognized that voice, didn't he? ...Ah, of course...it was Jean's voice. "Your paper's due today, remember?" she called.
*Oh yeah...that paper...that's what I was doing last night, wasn't I?*
The whispers got subtly louder.
"I don't feel vell," he replied. "I'm not going to school today." As soon as those words were out of his mouth, Kurt laid there in bewilderment. Strange, that's what he'd been thinking...but he hadn't meant to actually SAY it. On the other hand, it wasn't like he really regretted it. The headache was making him sick to his stomach and the last place he'd want to be was at school, where all the loud noises were. *This must be what a hangover is like...* he mused. He decided to remember the feeling in case he ever felt like getting drunk later in his life.
"But Kurt--"
"I said GO AVAY!!" Kurt shouted angrily. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He'd made it pretty clear that he wasn't in the mood to go anywhere, hadn't he? So why had they kept on persisting? So irritating, like the whispers...but they weren't whispers anymore. They were voices...loud ones.
Kurt couldn't make a drop of sense out of them. The words were all backwards anyway. But what language? English, German, what? There was no way he could tell. He couldn't even pick out one word in the entire scrambled mess. The noise added to the confusion added to his headache, which only grew worse as the voices grew louder...or maybe there were just more of them. And they just kept coming, more and more and louder and louder until they were just a deep buzz in the core of his brain.
Kurt tried to block them out, but no amount of pillows seemed to help a thing. He tried shouting, trying to drown the voices out, but to his horror, he couldn't even hear his own voice anymore. He doubted that if Scott or Jean were still talking he'd be able to hear them either. So what was he to do now? He couldn't get back to sleep, this headache was threatening to make him sick, and the nonsense voices didn't sound like they'd be disappearing anytime soon. They just kept spinning....
[Are you ready?]
Kurt raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Somehow something had just made sense. Or had he just imagined it?
[This will be over with very soon if you cooperate.]
Was somebody talking to him? Kurt looked around his room, not exactly knowing why or even what he was searching for.
Buried deep within the thick grove of words, Kurt heard something new...a scream. Very faint at first, but then rising in a sharp crescendo until it overpowered everything else. Startled, Kurt's hands flew to his ears in a fruitless attempt to stifle the sound. Then, what once were voices now were screams, until he felt as if his entire being were filled with the anguished shrieks of five hundred unseen people. The voices had merely been irritating; these were horrifying.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" Kurt yelled desperately, still unable to hear himself. "Make them stop, make them stop!!"
And he could hear laughter....
***
Later that day, in the evening, there had been no sign of Kurt all day long according to Ororo and Professor X. Logan was not around the institute much himself anyway, so he couldn't accurately account for Kurt's whereabouts. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Evan, and Rogue were currently gathered together in the dining room, doing homework until dinner.
"Isn't it like, weird Kurt didn't go to school today?" said Kitty. "He stayed up all night last night to do his paper, and then he was too tired to turn it in! I mean, like, talk about counter productive."
"I told him not to put it off like that," Jean replied. "He'll figure it out eventually."
Kitty scoffed. "I like, wouldn't count on it."
There was a short silence before a change in subject. "Hey," said Rogue, "was anyone else woken up last night when Kurt slammed his door?"
"I did," Scott replied. "But it was only for a second; I got back to sleep pretty quickly. I actually forgot about it until you brought it up."
"He actually slammed his door?" asked Kitty. "That's like, so rude of him!"
"Huh," Rogue said, ignoring Kitty. "So was that him who screamed, or did I just dream that?"
"I didn't hear anything," said Evan. "You must've dreamed it."
"Must have..." she murmured. "Just curious."
The door opened softly and everyone looked up; Ororo had just entered the room. "Sorry to disturb you all," she said, "but could one of you go see if Kurt's awake yet? It's nearly dinnertime."
"I'll go," volunteered Kitty. "I like, can't take much more of this math anyway."
***
[Why are you resisting? You can tell how painful it makes this.]
All day, the screams and the voices in Kurt's head had been alternating, on and off, sometimes there, sometimes gone, other times at the same time. But throughout it all there had always been only one voice that Kurt could understand. That, too, disappeared and reappeared frequently. When it was present, it was often telling him to stop struggling, stop shouting, that all the noise would be gone if he'd just sit still. Kurt tried to believe the one understandable voice, but all the screams were so overwhelming.
"I can't help it!" Kurt shouted. "Vhy von't they stop?!"
[They don't need to.]
Out of nowhere, a voice rose louder than all the others, spouting out a long, maddening string of backwards words, which was then overlapped by a shrill, raspy scream. The two continued, in synch, never tiring, only furthering Kurt's irritation and fear.
"Stop it, stop it!!" he shrieked desperately. "Vhy von't you just leave me alone!?"
[You will understand soon. And stop shouting. It will only make them worse.]
***
When Kitty came back into the dining room, the table had been cleared of their homework and Jean and Rogue were setting out silverware. "Is Kurt coming?" Rogue asked.
"No!" Kitty yelled angrily. "He like, totally blew up at me! All I did was say, 'Hey Kurt, are you coming to dinner', and he totally like, SCREAMS at me to leave him alone!"
Jean's eyes widened in surprise; Rogue raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Jean asked. "Kurt said that to YOU?"
"Pretty sure."
Jean looked at Rogue who was just as puzzled as she was. Rogue shrugged. "I don't know what's goin' on with him," she said. "He's been acting kinda funny all day, hasn't he?"
"A little bit," Jean replied. "He sorta yelled at me and Scott this morning, too. But I thought that he was just tired then. I don't know why he would still be angry over whatever's gotten him so touchy."
"Well, I say let him work it out on his own," Kitty said, still a little edgy herself. "As for me, I'm starving. What's for dinner?"
***
*I don't like this,* Kurt thought. *I want you to make them stop.*
[I'm not going to do that. The end result will be exceedingly satisfying.]
*What result? What are you doing?*
[You will soon see.]
*I don't want you here.*
[What did I tell you? Stop resisting and there will be no pain. But if you want to make this difficult, I can arrange it.]
"I VANT you out of my head!" Kurt yelled aloud.
[STOP RESISTING!!]
Abruptly, Kurt was seized by an unseen force. His vision became distorted and blurred, and the screams were louder than ever now. Waves of pain surged through his body at random intervals, each worse than the last, each so unbearable, they seemed like knives were pressing upon Kurt's every nerve, like somebody was grasping Kurt's entire body and twisting it over and over. He was starting to see the fire again: every so often the horrific vision would flash before his eyes and then be gone without a trace. Kurt was certain he was screaming fervently enough to tear his throat apart, yet he still couldn't hear himself in order to be sure. All he could hear were the shrieks, the crying, the screeches...and the fire was coming closer....
***
During dinner, Kitty had told the others about what had happened upstairs with Kurt, being sure to stress to each of them that she had done nothing to deserve such a harsh response. They were, however, slightly less interested in her troubles and more interested in the reason behind Kurt's aggressiveness.
"What's the big deal?" Evan inquired. "It's not like it's a huge mystery or something. He's just tired, man, that's all."
"That could be, Evan," Ororo replied, "but he's been sleeping all day."
"Perhaps a little session in the Danger Room will whip him back into shape," Logan suggested gruffly. "The rest of ya are welcome to join us if you'd like." None of the other X-Men made eye contact. Logan smirked.
The conversation moved to more casual topics afterwards, yet it was short-lived. About halfway through Scott's story of his glasses nearly falling off in gym, Rogue shushed him harshly. "You guys hear that?" she asked. The table fell silent, and a faint distant noise could be heard. It was not so easily identified, however.
"What is it?" Jean asked. Not two seconds after she'd finished her question, the sound rose in volume abruptly, making it quite obvious was the noise was now: a scream.
"That's Kurt!!" Rogue yelled, jumping up so suddenly she nearly knocked her chair over. She dashed from the room, the other X-Men all on her heels, with Logan ahead of all of them. By the time the rest of them had made it up the stairs, Logan was already at Kurt's door, where the scream was indeed coming from, pounding on it mercilessly.
"Elf!!" he yelled. "What's going on in there!?" Without waiting for an answer, he kicked the door open, which really wasn't neccesary as it had been unlocked, but instead of rushing in he stood completely shocked at what he found. When the others caught up with him, they too were momentarily petrified.
Kurt was writhing on his bed, screaming and crying as if something were killing him. He kept jerking about and grabbing his head, taking absolutely no notice of the stunned group at his door. However, stunned as the X-Men may have been, they could still hear and see, and the sound of Kurt's anguished shrieks brought them back to reality before long.
"What's going on?! What's happening to him!?" Rogue shouted frantically.
Logan snarled and rushed forward, grabbing Kurt's shoulders tightly in an attempt to calm him down. Again, Kurt took no notice of him, and continued to squirm. He was screaming so loud that it made Logan wince to be this near him, but he just held on tighter. Kurt thrashed about violently, for a brief second even slipping out of Logan's grasp.
"Kurt!" Logan yelled. "Settle down, it's me!!"
Kurt would not open his eyes. He wouldn't stop screaming. And he just kept struggling....
***
Kurt could see the fire clearer than ever. No matter where he looked, it was there. The only way to escape from it had been to close his eyes, but now it was not that easy. It consumed his vision entirely, the voices were screaming with him, and the pain just wouldn't stop.
There was no way for him to tell how long this had been going on. Kurt had lost all sense of everything since it started. He could no longer tell up from down, or whether he was sitting or standing. All he wanted, all he cared about now was for somebody, anybody, to make it all go away.
"Helfen Sie mir!! Jemand helfen mir bitte!!!"* he cried, not realizing that no one in the institute would understand him. He became vaguely aware of some distant form of motion, but of course, that could be the one understandable voice playing tricks on him.
*Please stop, please make it stop!* he begged it.
[This is what happens when you resist.]
For a brief second, the fire disappeared, and it was replaced by the image of someone's face. It had been almost too quick for Kurt to notice. He didn't recognize the person anyway. Momentarily, the face returned, this time screaming "Elf!!" at him. Who was that? Didn't somebody he knew used to call him that? Kurt tried to ignore the pain long enough to remember, but it just wasn't coming....
"Kurt!!" a distant voice yelled. "Kurt!!"
Everything vanished. The voices faded and died. The flames extinguished. The pain was finally gone....
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, noticing that his muscles and throat were sore and that he was breathing heavily. He looked up and saw Logan standing over him, holding him down. He looked highly apprehensive, but like he was trying to hide it and wasn't doing very well at it. Without moving his head, Kurt glanced to his right, seeing the other X-Men standing at the door, all looking extremelly disturbed. He looked back up at Logan.
"Logan..." Kurt breathed faintly, feeling tears pour out and down his face, "help me...please...they von't leave me alone...."
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And chapter one is done :) I know Kurt seemed a little OOC in the beginning...that was intentional. It'll make more sense in later chapters, don't worry. Also, I don't know how accurate the German is: I used dictionary.com's translator for it. I don't speak ANY German myself. I know a few words but no grammar whatsoever, so feel free to tear it apart in your review ^^;; Please review, please let me know what you think. No flames though...they won't help anything. Constructive criticism only!
*And the translation for Kurt's German is: "Help me!! Someone help me please!!!"
Author's Note: Is it sounding good so far? ::hopeful look:: I hope so. Not really much to say here, so let's continue! ^^
Kurt slowly forced his eyes open. His head was swimming horribly, and the light streaming through the window wasn't helping. Agitated, he shut his eyes again and rolled onto his side. He tried to get back to sleep, but his pounding headache just wouldn't allow it. Kurt groaned miserably and grasped his temples, trying to ease some of the throbbing. He felt like Juggernaut had just thrown him into a brick wall.
"Oh my head...how late was I up last night?" Kurt tried in vain to recall some part of way earlier that morning, but he was drawing a huge blank. He knew there had to be some reason he was feeling so awful, but it did nothing but make his headache worse, if that was possible.
There was a whisper...and another soon followed...they started to overlap...more whispers...they were soft but they were many. Kurt tried to ignore them. They weren't making any sense, anyway. More and more built up until they became a gentle hum that irritated him further.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Kurt!!"
"AGH!" Kurt shouted, grabbing his head. The noise had startled him...not to mention making his headache just a tiny bit worse. "Go avay!!" he yelled.
"Come on, Kurt, get up!" came Scott's voice from the other side of the door. "It's 7:50, we're gonna be late!"
*7:50?* Kurt glanced at his watch to confirm the time. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. He wasn't in any mood to get up, much less go to school. *Why won't the stupid voices shut up?* he wondered in annoyance.
"Kurt, I know you stayed up late last night, but you've got to get up!" He recognized that voice, didn't he? ...Ah, of course...it was Jean's voice. "Your paper's due today, remember?" she called.
*Oh yeah...that paper...that's what I was doing last night, wasn't I?*
The whispers got subtly louder.
"I don't feel vell," he replied. "I'm not going to school today." As soon as those words were out of his mouth, Kurt laid there in bewilderment. Strange, that's what he'd been thinking...but he hadn't meant to actually SAY it. On the other hand, it wasn't like he really regretted it. The headache was making him sick to his stomach and the last place he'd want to be was at school, where all the loud noises were. *This must be what a hangover is like...* he mused. He decided to remember the feeling in case he ever felt like getting drunk later in his life.
"But Kurt--"
"I said GO AVAY!!" Kurt shouted angrily. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He'd made it pretty clear that he wasn't in the mood to go anywhere, hadn't he? So why had they kept on persisting? So irritating, like the whispers...but they weren't whispers anymore. They were voices...loud ones.
Kurt couldn't make a drop of sense out of them. The words were all backwards anyway. But what language? English, German, what? There was no way he could tell. He couldn't even pick out one word in the entire scrambled mess. The noise added to the confusion added to his headache, which only grew worse as the voices grew louder...or maybe there were just more of them. And they just kept coming, more and more and louder and louder until they were just a deep buzz in the core of his brain.
Kurt tried to block them out, but no amount of pillows seemed to help a thing. He tried shouting, trying to drown the voices out, but to his horror, he couldn't even hear his own voice anymore. He doubted that if Scott or Jean were still talking he'd be able to hear them either. So what was he to do now? He couldn't get back to sleep, this headache was threatening to make him sick, and the nonsense voices didn't sound like they'd be disappearing anytime soon. They just kept spinning....
[Are you ready?]
Kurt raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Somehow something had just made sense. Or had he just imagined it?
[This will be over with very soon if you cooperate.]
Was somebody talking to him? Kurt looked around his room, not exactly knowing why or even what he was searching for.
Buried deep within the thick grove of words, Kurt heard something new...a scream. Very faint at first, but then rising in a sharp crescendo until it overpowered everything else. Startled, Kurt's hands flew to his ears in a fruitless attempt to stifle the sound. Then, what once were voices now were screams, until he felt as if his entire being were filled with the anguished shrieks of five hundred unseen people. The voices had merely been irritating; these were horrifying.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" Kurt yelled desperately, still unable to hear himself. "Make them stop, make them stop!!"
And he could hear laughter....
***
Later that day, in the evening, there had been no sign of Kurt all day long according to Ororo and Professor X. Logan was not around the institute much himself anyway, so he couldn't accurately account for Kurt's whereabouts. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Evan, and Rogue were currently gathered together in the dining room, doing homework until dinner.
"Isn't it like, weird Kurt didn't go to school today?" said Kitty. "He stayed up all night last night to do his paper, and then he was too tired to turn it in! I mean, like, talk about counter productive."
"I told him not to put it off like that," Jean replied. "He'll figure it out eventually."
Kitty scoffed. "I like, wouldn't count on it."
There was a short silence before a change in subject. "Hey," said Rogue, "was anyone else woken up last night when Kurt slammed his door?"
"I did," Scott replied. "But it was only for a second; I got back to sleep pretty quickly. I actually forgot about it until you brought it up."
"He actually slammed his door?" asked Kitty. "That's like, so rude of him!"
"Huh," Rogue said, ignoring Kitty. "So was that him who screamed, or did I just dream that?"
"I didn't hear anything," said Evan. "You must've dreamed it."
"Must have..." she murmured. "Just curious."
The door opened softly and everyone looked up; Ororo had just entered the room. "Sorry to disturb you all," she said, "but could one of you go see if Kurt's awake yet? It's nearly dinnertime."
"I'll go," volunteered Kitty. "I like, can't take much more of this math anyway."
***
[Why are you resisting? You can tell how painful it makes this.]
All day, the screams and the voices in Kurt's head had been alternating, on and off, sometimes there, sometimes gone, other times at the same time. But throughout it all there had always been only one voice that Kurt could understand. That, too, disappeared and reappeared frequently. When it was present, it was often telling him to stop struggling, stop shouting, that all the noise would be gone if he'd just sit still. Kurt tried to believe the one understandable voice, but all the screams were so overwhelming.
"I can't help it!" Kurt shouted. "Vhy von't they stop?!"
[They don't need to.]
Out of nowhere, a voice rose louder than all the others, spouting out a long, maddening string of backwards words, which was then overlapped by a shrill, raspy scream. The two continued, in synch, never tiring, only furthering Kurt's irritation and fear.
"Stop it, stop it!!" he shrieked desperately. "Vhy von't you just leave me alone!?"
[You will understand soon. And stop shouting. It will only make them worse.]
***
When Kitty came back into the dining room, the table had been cleared of their homework and Jean and Rogue were setting out silverware. "Is Kurt coming?" Rogue asked.
"No!" Kitty yelled angrily. "He like, totally blew up at me! All I did was say, 'Hey Kurt, are you coming to dinner', and he totally like, SCREAMS at me to leave him alone!"
Jean's eyes widened in surprise; Rogue raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Jean asked. "Kurt said that to YOU?"
"Pretty sure."
Jean looked at Rogue who was just as puzzled as she was. Rogue shrugged. "I don't know what's goin' on with him," she said. "He's been acting kinda funny all day, hasn't he?"
"A little bit," Jean replied. "He sorta yelled at me and Scott this morning, too. But I thought that he was just tired then. I don't know why he would still be angry over whatever's gotten him so touchy."
"Well, I say let him work it out on his own," Kitty said, still a little edgy herself. "As for me, I'm starving. What's for dinner?"
***
*I don't like this,* Kurt thought. *I want you to make them stop.*
[I'm not going to do that. The end result will be exceedingly satisfying.]
*What result? What are you doing?*
[You will soon see.]
*I don't want you here.*
[What did I tell you? Stop resisting and there will be no pain. But if you want to make this difficult, I can arrange it.]
"I VANT you out of my head!" Kurt yelled aloud.
[STOP RESISTING!!]
Abruptly, Kurt was seized by an unseen force. His vision became distorted and blurred, and the screams were louder than ever now. Waves of pain surged through his body at random intervals, each worse than the last, each so unbearable, they seemed like knives were pressing upon Kurt's every nerve, like somebody was grasping Kurt's entire body and twisting it over and over. He was starting to see the fire again: every so often the horrific vision would flash before his eyes and then be gone without a trace. Kurt was certain he was screaming fervently enough to tear his throat apart, yet he still couldn't hear himself in order to be sure. All he could hear were the shrieks, the crying, the screeches...and the fire was coming closer....
***
During dinner, Kitty had told the others about what had happened upstairs with Kurt, being sure to stress to each of them that she had done nothing to deserve such a harsh response. They were, however, slightly less interested in her troubles and more interested in the reason behind Kurt's aggressiveness.
"What's the big deal?" Evan inquired. "It's not like it's a huge mystery or something. He's just tired, man, that's all."
"That could be, Evan," Ororo replied, "but he's been sleeping all day."
"Perhaps a little session in the Danger Room will whip him back into shape," Logan suggested gruffly. "The rest of ya are welcome to join us if you'd like." None of the other X-Men made eye contact. Logan smirked.
The conversation moved to more casual topics afterwards, yet it was short-lived. About halfway through Scott's story of his glasses nearly falling off in gym, Rogue shushed him harshly. "You guys hear that?" she asked. The table fell silent, and a faint distant noise could be heard. It was not so easily identified, however.
"What is it?" Jean asked. Not two seconds after she'd finished her question, the sound rose in volume abruptly, making it quite obvious was the noise was now: a scream.
"That's Kurt!!" Rogue yelled, jumping up so suddenly she nearly knocked her chair over. She dashed from the room, the other X-Men all on her heels, with Logan ahead of all of them. By the time the rest of them had made it up the stairs, Logan was already at Kurt's door, where the scream was indeed coming from, pounding on it mercilessly.
"Elf!!" he yelled. "What's going on in there!?" Without waiting for an answer, he kicked the door open, which really wasn't neccesary as it had been unlocked, but instead of rushing in he stood completely shocked at what he found. When the others caught up with him, they too were momentarily petrified.
Kurt was writhing on his bed, screaming and crying as if something were killing him. He kept jerking about and grabbing his head, taking absolutely no notice of the stunned group at his door. However, stunned as the X-Men may have been, they could still hear and see, and the sound of Kurt's anguished shrieks brought them back to reality before long.
"What's going on?! What's happening to him!?" Rogue shouted frantically.
Logan snarled and rushed forward, grabbing Kurt's shoulders tightly in an attempt to calm him down. Again, Kurt took no notice of him, and continued to squirm. He was screaming so loud that it made Logan wince to be this near him, but he just held on tighter. Kurt thrashed about violently, for a brief second even slipping out of Logan's grasp.
"Kurt!" Logan yelled. "Settle down, it's me!!"
Kurt would not open his eyes. He wouldn't stop screaming. And he just kept struggling....
***
Kurt could see the fire clearer than ever. No matter where he looked, it was there. The only way to escape from it had been to close his eyes, but now it was not that easy. It consumed his vision entirely, the voices were screaming with him, and the pain just wouldn't stop.
There was no way for him to tell how long this had been going on. Kurt had lost all sense of everything since it started. He could no longer tell up from down, or whether he was sitting or standing. All he wanted, all he cared about now was for somebody, anybody, to make it all go away.
"Helfen Sie mir!! Jemand helfen mir bitte!!!"* he cried, not realizing that no one in the institute would understand him. He became vaguely aware of some distant form of motion, but of course, that could be the one understandable voice playing tricks on him.
*Please stop, please make it stop!* he begged it.
[This is what happens when you resist.]
For a brief second, the fire disappeared, and it was replaced by the image of someone's face. It had been almost too quick for Kurt to notice. He didn't recognize the person anyway. Momentarily, the face returned, this time screaming "Elf!!" at him. Who was that? Didn't somebody he knew used to call him that? Kurt tried to ignore the pain long enough to remember, but it just wasn't coming....
"Kurt!!" a distant voice yelled. "Kurt!!"
Everything vanished. The voices faded and died. The flames extinguished. The pain was finally gone....
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, noticing that his muscles and throat were sore and that he was breathing heavily. He looked up and saw Logan standing over him, holding him down. He looked highly apprehensive, but like he was trying to hide it and wasn't doing very well at it. Without moving his head, Kurt glanced to his right, seeing the other X-Men standing at the door, all looking extremelly disturbed. He looked back up at Logan.
"Logan..." Kurt breathed faintly, feeling tears pour out and down his face, "help me...please...they von't leave me alone...."
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And chapter one is done :) I know Kurt seemed a little OOC in the beginning...that was intentional. It'll make more sense in later chapters, don't worry. Also, I don't know how accurate the German is: I used dictionary.com's translator for it. I don't speak ANY German myself. I know a few words but no grammar whatsoever, so feel free to tear it apart in your review ^^;; Please review, please let me know what you think. No flames though...they won't help anything. Constructive criticism only!
*And the translation for Kurt's German is: "Help me!! Someone help me please!!!"